LARA
I didn’t know what I was doing! And why… He didn’t look cold. We had a fire. Brighta, Goddess of Light, why did I offer him to share his damn cloak?!
And he was even worse than I imagined. I thought that we’d turn backs to each other and use the fabric to cover ourselves. Yet he grabbed me into his hands, pressed me against his body, and wrapped us much tighter than it was needed.
So tight that I could feel his warmth. And scent. Forest after the rain…
Suddenly the realization that I actually asked him to touch me hit me and I tried to jump back to my feet but he held me in place.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as if he was really concerned.
“That’s not… I didn’t…”, I mumbled hectically.
“Calm down,” he chuckled and pulled me back, “This doesn’t count. Let’s say that y
